My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1677

Charles didn't even lift his eyes. He picked up the cup of warm tea that was untouched and blew off the heat on it. He carefully took a sip and slowly answered, "I'll wait and see." "Humph!" Eddison's dignity collapsed in an instant. He was so angry that he left with a flick of his sleeve.

I suddenly realized that the members of the Reid family were all first-class experts on the matter of infuriating people. If Charles had not joined politics 20 years ago, by relying on his charisma, he probably would've been another Aaron, who would've made many young girls fall for him.

After Eddison left, only the three of us were left in the living room. Charles then showed a worried look. "What did Eddison tell you?"

I said, "He urged me to convince Hendrix to let go of his grudge."

"Huh. When the fox preaches, take care of your geese." Charles snorted coldly, his face extremely disdainful. He turned his head and told the servant standing next to him, "If Mr. Gavlin comes again, don't report it. Just send him away."

It was uncommon to see Charles throwing a tantrum at someone other than Aaron. I laughed and found it interesting. "You and Eddison seem to have a much deeper grudge between him and Hendrix." Charles let out a heavy sigh and said, "Back then, I almost caught Eddison and his gang, but he escaped at the last moment. These few years, his people have made great achievements in Jarold City, and have flourished in the black markets. I was powerless and couldn't do anything with them. I'm afraid that when I retire, I won't see them brought to justice..."

Freya and I didn't know much about the older generation and didn't know what to say, so we didn't reply.

Charles thought about it for a while before coming to his senses. He looked at Freya and changed the topic. "You're the youngest daughter of the Moore family, aren't you? You just married Zachary, right?" "Yes." Freya smiled awkwardly.

I felt strange. When did an official at Charles' level become so familiar with Zachary?

"Mm, not bad, you two are a good match." Charles nodded his head, a look of admiration appearing on his face. "Zachary is a good comrade. In the future, he'll have a lot of opportunities to develop his abilities. As his wife, you have to strongly support him!"

Did that mean that Zachary was going into politics?

Why didn't Freya mention it?

Freya's smile was still a little stiff. She nodded awkwardly and did not answer.

"Mr. Reid, there's an emergency call."

At this time, Charles' assistant ran in with the phone. He took the phone, got up and took his assistant to the study.

Just as he turned around, Freya was already packing up her belongings.

She said, "Just remembered I still have something to do. I shall leave first. Let's talk later."

I gasped, "Hey..."

Just when I was about to stop her, the phone in front of me rang. I looked down and saw that it was Hendrix, so I let her go.

"Have you eaten breakfast?" Hendrix's voice was hoarse. It was obvious that he had stayed up late.

I answered, "I just ate. You didn't sleep again last night?"

Hendrix changed the topic. "Eddison left?" "You knew he would come?" I was about to pour myself a cup of tea, but after listening to him, I put it down.

"Yes." Hendrix smiled. "It proves that I'm right. The situation is different from twenty years ago. They're the ones who're afraid, not me!"